A shorter chapter, because I needed to babysit for a friend. But I wanted Argo to know what happened at the party. At least part of it. I'll post some pictures of what I think the dress looked like. Just look for my name or author plus my name.
Brax’s pov It’s been months—almost six months—since I’ve last seen Airk. In real life, that is. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment because I keep staring at every picture I have of him. On social media, it appears he’s doing okay. I’ve seen pictures of him laughing with his friends and family. Pictures of Airk and Isaac going to college classes together. Airk is living his life, and soon he’ll find his mate, and I’ll be a distant memory. ‘I doubt that,’ Hudson says. ‘You don’t forget your first love that easily.’ Airk was my first love. He might not be my mate, but he’ll always be a part of my heart. Would I be part of his too? "Hey dickhead, are you done staring at your phone?" "Argo, I’ve told you not to call me that. Especially not in public." I growled. "Fine, Alpha Brax, o good and mighty Alpha. Please, can you help the humble, loyal future Gamma of your pack and focus your attention on training for one fucking second?" Argo said with a smirk. "I can just send you ho
Airk’s pov ‘And Brax is coming?’ I asked my brother. ‘Yeah, like I’ve fucking told you a million times before, he’s coming.’ ‘How did he look?’ I asked, mind-linking my brother during dinner. Just one more day, and I would see Brax again. ‘Like shit. I don’t fucking know. He always looks the same to me, but he did have a big reaction when I told him you still loved him.’ ‘You did what?!’ ‘Yeah, he had the same deer in headlights look you’re having right the fuck now. What? Was I not allowed to state the fucking obvious?’ "Boys…." Mom said, "as much as I am happy you can both mindlink now, please stop having private conversations at the dinner table." Argo raised his eyebrows, "so you’re saying you and dad don’t have private conversations all the damn time?" "That’s for your fucking benefit. Do you want to hear us talk dirty?" Mom replied, challenging my brother. Argo didn’t answer, and mom scoffed, "yeah, didn’t fucking think so." Dad shook his head and gave mom a kiss, "pri
Argo’s pov "Hi." "Hi." Fuck… I never wanted to be an eavesdropper like my mom. I am not one to gossip, but I couldn’t stop myself from listening. This was going to be one intense fucking conversation. My door was already opened slightly, and I moved closer, wanting to hear more. It was their fucking fault for having this conversation in a public hallway. "So, I guess congratulations are in order?" Brax said. "What do you mean?" Airk asked, and I could practically hear him fidget. He was clearly nervous. "You met your mate, didn’t you? The man with brown hair?" Airk actually gasped. He can be so fucking dramatic. So it was true? He did meet his mate? He was gone for a bit during the party, and when he came back, he had this weird look on his face, but I just figured he was still being weird because of Brax. Why the fuck didn’t he tell me? "He’s not out… yet." Airk said softly. So he’s going to reject you?" Did Brax actually sound hopeful? Yeah, he fucking did. If Airk’s mate
Airk’s pov I had no clue what Argo’s issue was. Yeah, I might have been a bit bored, but that’s the only downside of being here. Well, I missed him, but I wasn’t going to admit that. He was already too arrogant and annoying. The packhouse was huge, with a large garden. Storm and Aeryn had told me a bit about the packhouse, but that was mostly negative. Which was understandable after what they went through here. But even they had to admit that this was a gorgeous packhouse. It was more than a packhouse; it was like this giant villa, surrounded by a beautiful, large garden. I hadn’t seen much of the pack yet, but if this was the packhouse, I was sure the rest would be just as fancy. Everything was white and marble, and the whole packhouse was filled with high-tech equipment to protect the packhouse. The guest room that I was staying in looked inviting, though, with carpets on the floor and blankets everywhere. It was cold here; they didn’t call it the Winter Bone Pack for no reason.
Airk’s pov "Let’s do something fun." Jace said, before taking my hand in his. "What did you have in mind?" I asked. "Well, I was dumb before. I know you’re mine, and I just got jealous. But I want you to see what your life would be like here. So... well, I’ll show you." And we walked together through the empty hallways until we reached a ballroom. It was filled with candles and heart-shaped balloons. There were roses everywhere. I couldn’t believe how sweet Jace was to me. I had never seen anything more romantic. "I know I’m asking a lot of you. Keeping things secret from your family and friends, but I promise I’ll make it all up to you." I smiled as I looked at my mate, "it’s fine. As long as I can tell them eventually. I can’t say I’m camping forever." "Forever? Is that how long you’re planning to stay?" Jace said, before giving me a kiss. "Well, we are mates. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?" I replied teasingly. "It is." Jace said, before kissing me again. He showed m
Mila’s pov "Remember what you asked me?" Elora said, sounding very vague. "Can you be more specific?" "About calling you if Brax got worse?" Elora added, clarifying what she meant. Yeah, I remembered. When Brax and I talked about me coming to the pack if he needed me, I knew deep down that if he was really low, he might not be able to ask me himself. He would probably shut down and not reach out to anyone, just stuck in that dark head space. He was probably blaming himself too. Punishing himself for whatever demons he was dealing with. "So I need to come?" I asked. "I know you’ve been traveling, and I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it was needed." "It’s that bad?" "He hasn’t left his office. He’s sleeping in there and having all his meals brought there. I am not sure if he’s showered since the party at the Iron River pack, but he’s starting to smell." "And that was how long ago?" Brax hadn’t talked to me about the party, but it must have been difficult seeing Airk again. Was
Argo’s pov She’s mine. Mila is my mate. She’s mine. Although I have no fucking clue for how long since she clearly doesn’t want me. ‘As long as she hasn’t rejected us we still stand a chance,’ Stark said, sounding hopeful. I just needed to make sure I didn’t fuck things up. So my brilliant fucking idea was not saying a damn word when I saw her the second time. Like a fucking fool. "She’s a bit mean, isn’t she?" Hazel said to Isaac. I growled at the insult. "You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. This is all my fucking fault." "Well, she was mean to Hazel." Isaac added. "Because I fucking told her she was a mistake after I took her virginity. Because I told her I loved Hazel, which I didn’t fucking did. But I thought I did at the time. Because I was a dumb fucking idiot who messed everything up. I made Hazel sound like she was fucking perfect for me while letting the most perfect woman in the whole fucking world slip through my fingers. No offense, Hazel." Hazel sco
Mila’s pov "Knowing he wasn’t mine and actually seeing it are two different things. I saw Airk meet his mate, and I’m trying so hard to be happy for him, but I am just angry." Brax said after finishing the first bottle. I had decided to join Brax. I didn’t want to deal with my own mess right now. "That’s because you love him." I had never drank before, and I think I was feeling it. I felt all warm inside and relaxed. "Of course I love him. He’s my air. I can’t breathe when he’s not near. I can’t fucking function, knowing he’s with another man." "So why didn’t you fight for him?" "Because he’s not mine, Mila" Brax growled. "I had a chance, but I ruined that." "How?" This was my chance. Maybe now that he is drunk, he would tell me. "There’s no point. She’s dead. That’s all that matters. My mate is dead, and my air is gone. I’m damaged goods." I wanted to ask so many questions, but Brax had told me more in one evening than he had told me in months, even years. I didn’t want to ji